Corona is a bartender who is breaking everything up and shaking it together. It is us to each of us to pour out a martini, a new tale, a new story, a new way of being.

When everything is held together in a mutually dependent economy and reality, we don’t have to create new systems all at once. We week the ones we have, but the quilt stays together.

But Corona is shaking everything up. This is Zen, basically. Zen is kicking away the crutches a blind man depends on, turning him around and knocking him down, so he has no idea where he is. When what we depend upon is removed, we experience a death, and we go through the stage of grief. But in the end, we come to renewal when we discover that denial, anger, and despair will not save us. We must invent our way out.